If The System No Longer Does It's Job...

D E S T R O Y T H E S Y S T E M Numbers 35 & 36, born October 1st, 1989. Umbrella Academy Original Characters penned by Maya. Allison Hargreeves: @rumorsabound Main blog: @pixiedustrps. This is a sideblog.

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SEND MY MUSE A SHITTY PICKUP LINE

[executivemusings]

Angst Meme: Flowers

send a flower for the associated scenario. trigger warnings apply.

[ heather ]: one of our muses is lost in the the wilds, and the other is desperately searching for them.

[ chamomile ]: one of our muses is having nightmares or trouble sleeping, and the other tries to help them rest.

[ honeysuckle ]: one of our muses is experiencing a moment of great joy – only for the other to suddenly arrive with devastating news.

[ clover ]: one of our muses is experiencing a string of bad luck recently, and the other is trying to help them out. 

[ aconite ]: one of our muses has been poisoned, and the other isn’t sure what’s wrong with them. 

[ white rose ]: our muses were meant to be getting married, but something terrible has happened to prevent the wedding from taking place.

[ thistle ]: one of our muses has become bitter and, well, rather prickly, and the other is trying to find out why they are acting so out-of-character all of a sudden.

[ dandelion ]: one of our muses has fallen sick, and the other has to look after them.

[ violet ]: one of our muses is about to find out why pride comes before a fall. the other is powerless to prevent their eventual disgrace.

[ orchid ]: one of our muses is about to become a parent. for whatever reason, this isn’t a good thing, and the other muse is trying to reassure them.

[ sunflower ]: one of our muses is suffering in the summer heat, and the other is left desperately trying to cool them down. 

[ black dahlia ]: one of our muses has betrayed the other. the other confronts them about it.

[ carnation ]: one of our muses is experiencing stress related to either their parent or their child, and the other tries to comfort them.

[ tulip ]: one of our muses is in love with the other, and it’s completely unrequited.

[ water lily ]: one of our muses finds the other submerged underwater, and is left to desperately try to save them. 

[ red rose ]: two households, both alike in dignity. our muses are from warring factions, but they love each other passionately – despite it being utterly doomed.

[ bluebell ]: one of our muses has died unexpectedly, and the other is left to mourn for their loss.

[ forget-me-not ]: one of our muses is suffering from severe amnesia, and the other has to try to encourage them to remember.

[ calla lily ]: something has shattered one of our muses’ faith in themselves or the cause they serve. the other attempts to reignite their hope.

[ iris ]: one of our muses has to face their worst fear, and the other must help them through the experience.

[ poppy ]: one of our muses has been wounded in a fight or battle, either physically or mentally. the other must help them heal.

[ snowdrop ]: one of our muses is near-frozen from the cold, and the other finds them. 

[ daffodil ]: one of our muses is feeling terrible self-doubt, and the other must try to encourage them.

[geminus-disparibus]

theseancekid​:

     “Sorry sorry sorry, fuck, sorry sorry, shit, shit, fuck, okay, sorry, sorry, fuck, sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!” He rambles through gritted teeth and tightly grimaced face as long fingers swiftly poke and drag the needle through the surrounding flesh. He’s never seen Liam like this before— hell, he never once suspected that he was even capable of feeling pain at all— but the violent exhale of breath through his nostrils is enough to warn Klaus to hurry up and get on with it. Like a wounded wolf, there’s something inside Klaus that tells him not to linger, not to press the wrong spot, to watch for teeth and claws at all times. 

     He doesn’t remember much from his mother’s first aid training, but as soon as the sterile silver disappears into the red-stained skin, there’s an unmistakable muscle memory that floods right behind his eyeballs. For a flicker of a moment, he’s back in the infirmary, just as drunk and just as nervous, only he gets to work sewing up the lean tan flesh of his brother’s arm— a nasty wound from messing with his shiny new knives before bedtime. With his medical training not yet drowned out by years of drugs, he’d done a pretty handy job— or at the very least, his brother has lived to tell the tale. And now Klaus can remember how surprised he’d been, at the difference between human skin and the pig belly they’d practiced on, he remembers Diego snapping at him for digging too deep with the wrong angle on the first stitch, remembers the way his fingers tangled as he tried to tie the final knot. It’s not the most useful recollection, but it’s better than nothing at this point.

     The fresh blood on his fingertips smells heavy and acrid but if he scrunches his face any more his eyes will close up completely and so he takes a breath from his mouth, drives the needle in at the right angle, and pulls it through in one swift motion. The first stitch is always the hardest, and though his tie off isn’t the prettiest, he spares no time before moving on down the wound as quickly as he can.

     His hands ache from the pressure by the time they finish, and as soon as he finishes snipping the last bit of thread, he’s collapsing backwards onto the blessedly cool tile floor in a pile of sweaty limbs and cringing expressions. “Well, this was fun, let’s do this again sometime, shall we?” 

     He was all sharp teeth and rough hands. For the longest time, Liam had made sure to tend to the rough edges like a gardener with their flowerbeds, making them harsher, indomitable. Caity had told him once, in the way that he knew meant she didn’t care what he thought, that his invisible suit of armor really didn’t suit him. And perhaps she was the only one who knew that. He’d tended to the sharp teeth, rough hands and edges like a gardener with their flowerbeds, something to encase the thing that could bruise as easily as a discarded peach. But with each pull of the needle, the edges wore away until there was no wolf with sharp teeth and claws rough and violent, but the thing that bruised like a discarded peach. 

     At some point the bottle his fingers had been grasping onto with an iron grip had dropped back to the floor, perhaps its contents spilled onto the bathroom tile. There were a few moments where his hand almost raised to Klaus’ own, barely strong enough to do anything but ask- 

Stop. 

Wait. 

Please. Just a moment. 

But he still has enough of his wits about him to make sure he doesn’t. 

     By the time Klaus has spilled himself back onto the floor, Liam is just as out of breath, shaky and pale as he is. His head tilts to his shoulder, as if weighed down by stones, eyes closed as he blindly begins a tired, half-hearted search for a fresh bandage. “Fun...” he murmurs. “Sorry to disappoint, but ‘m not planning on it.” 

     What he is planning on, his searching arm going limp, is sleep. He’s being pushed towards it by something invisible and insistent, shoving at his back and dunking his head under the power of it. The cool tile beneath his head is good enough for a pillow, he thinks, comforting against his feverish skin. And if Klaus tried to move him again well- he can’t put up much of a fight but he can very well curse him.

[geminus-disparibus]

theseancekid·:

     “Ooh, goodie!” He claps in an almost mockingly innocent delight when she goes to grab her original pieces, giving him free reign of her refrigerator. For any other person, such an act would be an absolutely fatal mistake around the near-starved, shameless alcoholic. But by the time he slinks into the kitchen, he’s already too distracted by the darling little magnets to even think about ransacking the place. 

     Lazy, awe-struck smile tugs at his lips as his ever-restless fingertips dance across the tacky collection, playing with every movable piece as bloodshot eyes flick over the names of each place. This is the stuff Klaus lives for: the colorful, worthless, insignificant things just strike a chord of familiarity somewhere inside him. He’s well aware of how stupid it is to get emotional over a spread of cheap souvenirs, but even as he grabs some beer and pops open the cap with one of the magnetic openers stuck to the metal surface, there’s still an odd giddy happiness that settles in the pit of his stomach. 

     “Aw, poor kid. I was awful with a skateboard too, my balance is shit. One time my brother pushed me down the hallway and I nearly split my head open on a pair of taxidermy antlers. And then I may or may not have thrown up after my brother saved my ass by pulling me with him through spatial teleportation. Good times!” He finishes his story with a long chug of beer before reluctantly dragging himself away from his newly beloved fridge. “Flower incident? Oh, I’m all ears for that.” He makes his way to the counter and slides her the extra beer before flopping forward, his face cupped in his hands as he waits for Story Time.

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     “Well, there was your first problem,” Caity’s face scrunches as she pulls her head away from the growing pile of canvases resting against her knees. “Who in the world keeps a taxidermied pair of antlers? Mom would say its really in poor taste.” She shakes her head, tsking with the same amount of disapproval her mother might have had before she continues her search. Hearing the clinking of something small and metal, her cat, who had been hiding in some darkened corner of the apartment, hops onto the counter in order to start swatting at the beer cap with relish. 

     Finally seeming happy with her pick, Caity shoves the canvases back into place, hiding her chosen piece behind her legs as she grins with a tilt in her head as she begins her story, a minute flourish. “Oh, where to start. Let’s see. Once upon a time there was this girl named Petra. She hadn’t been with us for long, maybe a few months or so. But she seemed to take a liking to my brother. It was actually pretty sweet, really. Puppy love. She was bloody magic too. One of the only people who could actually get the jerk to open up and talk. Other than myself, of course. They’d train together, occasionally have a bout in the ring, the usual. I had no idea if Liam knew she liked him. Maybe he did and didn’t want to mention it, but I’m willing to bet he didn’t. He tends not to read the people he actually cares about. Minus myself, of course. And for a telepath you’d think he’d catch on really quickly but no- for a mind reader sometimes he can be as dense as a handful of rocks. So one day I notice Petra and she looks rather down. So I ask her “wow Petra, what’s go you so mopey”, we get to talking, I figure her out and I decide to give her some rather good advice. Now, you can tell me if I was in the wrong here but I really don’t think I was.” 

     Her eyes glint with the memory, all of its mischief as fresh as the day Caity had concocted it. “I tell her that if she really wants to get my brother to actually notice her she ought to be bold but also straightforward. Which is exactly what she does. Though I do have to give her bonus points for bravery, I guess,” she says, shrugging her shoulders. “They’re up for a match, my mom’s watching, I’m watching, literally everyone I know is watching and sweet, blunt Petra shows up with an actual bouquet of roses. Everyone’s pretty confused but no one’s more confused than my brother when she hands them over to him. He still didn’t fucking get it. Oh, I will never forget the look on his face- ever. Completely bewildered. Dense as a handful of rocks.” 

     Caity’s face contorts as she tries to match the expression in her head, but begins to laugh as she decides giving up is probably for the better.

[geminus-disparibus]

@th3adapt0r asked for a super delayed starter!

     There were some days when Liam didn’t care for his job- the other one. The one that didn’t involve him standing behind a wooden bar, making drinks and idly flirting with strangers. The one that didn’t require him to make conversation and smile at just the right moments. Some days he didn’t care for that one either. But the job that he didn’t care for today was the one that had him sitting alone at a café table he had known his quarry would be, head bent over a book as he listened in on a conversation across the way held by what had to be some of the most boring people on earth. Businessmen, he found, often were. He’d much rather be reading than perusing the heads of the suited up pair, finding nothing useful other than numbers and the all too prominent need to brag. He could barely pretend that he was reading anymore, having been stuck on the same page for a good five minutes, and then one minute more. 

     He rolled his shoulders back and rubbed the back of his neck, trying to pull himself free from the muck that stuck like chewing gum to him as he sought a reprieve from the men’s minds. He needed one, desperately. So desperately, in fact, he hadn’t noticed the pair of eyes that had been looking his way. How long had they been looking his way, he wondered. Liam turned to look over his shoulder, catching the curious stare with one of his own and adding a silent appraisal. 

[ohtheaesthetics]

SHADOW AND BONE - EP. 1 ( SENTENCE STARTERS )

"When I was young, I was afraid of the dark." "When I got older, I learned that darkness is a place." "Pack up and be ready to leave." "Of course it's real." "Then why cross it? Why not go around?" "I'd like to see even one person who isn't scared of that." "You'd be surprised." "I know you're hiding here!" "You try me without that magic." "Oh, so we're back together?" "I'm going to do it again." "Hide your emotional breakdown for when you're alone." "Always carry a weapon on you." "That's because you're a child in an even bigger child's body." "He/She/They talk(s) about you all the time." "Yes, that would be nice, but don't hold your breath." "It has to be an error. It has to be." "Drinks all around here, please." "Let me see that." "Busted." "The point is, either is was a group effort or a ghost." "Why does this concern me?" "Who can hear a whisper here?" "What information do you have for me tonight?" "Well, of course certain death pays a million." "I would have had to use my knives to get closer." "You can get arrested for that." "You don't seem like the type who does what they should." "Where did you get these?" "Well... turns out they do need me." "You're a terrible shot." "If it goes wrong, come back." "I'll find my way back to you." "Either you take your time or you take your chances." "Have you ever put out a fire by adding more fire?" "We can't hide forever." "And what was damaged?" "What did you do?" "I'm usually right." "What the hell are you doing here?" "No. Turn around right now." "How many more are there?" "I'll meet you at the meadow." "It's been too long." "Your life's in danger with this job." "Are you threatening me? Really?" "Hey! One of these has a hole in it!" "One look and I can tell. Criminals." "No businessman worth his salt bargains for what he can take." "I have to be back in an hour." "So you don't know everything after all." "He/she/they was/were one of two witnesses to an... event." "Should've been a total loss, but something happened." "You're safe now." "If I tell you, you'll set me free?"

[geminus-disparibus]

theseancekid​:

     Slumped shoulders tense up as soon as the scent of fresh blood hits his nose. Christ, he knew it’d be bad judging by the amount of blood already soaked through the gauze, but the bright red gash looks so angry under the unforgiving bathroom lights, and for a moment he’s utterly paralyzed. He really ought to be numb to this sort of thing, he thinks to himself, considering the fact that he sees dead people (with far worse injuries) on a near-daily basis. 

     But this isn’t some annoying dead bastard. This is Liam, and that changes everything. 

     “Christ, alright, was that so hard?” He bites back a smirk when the other finally relents. 

     He can’t remember the last time his hands were this steady— whenever he was last sober, and lord knows how long ago that was. But they’re steady as a rock in this moment, even with the tidal wave of adrenaline pulsing through his veins (or perhaps because of it) as he gently cleans the wound. It’s almost peaceful, after a while, the way he gently dabs, little bit by bit. Reminds him of those nights spent in the infirmary as a child, tucked into his mother’s arms, or holding his siblings’ hands as their mother patched them up one by one after each mission. 

     “Okay. Okay. Fuck. Just, uh…sit tight, alright? I’ll go as fast as I can.” He eventually reaches up to give Liam’s arm a squeeze before poking the needle through the skin at the base of the wound and getting to work.

     Liam says nothing to the sarcasm leaking from Klaus’ lips. But he wants to. He wants to fiercely. You have no idea, the difficulty of that. He was sure that Klaus wouldn’t ever have an idea of it; the strangeness in being touched so carefully, the foreignness that leaks from his fingertips as they run a cloth over his wounded skin. He’s used to his own, always his own, doing the dirty work of cleaning up, pressing, sewing, double-checking with a soft assuredness. He’s not even used to his own sister’s care- something in him had never wanted to see it. And so he hadn’t. He’d made sure of it.

      In the quiet though, he finds himself starting to fall into the soothing rhythm of it. His head tilts and starts to lean onto his shoulder, his eyes closing and surprisingly finding the blessed darkness of sleep as he starts to doze off. He barely feels the warning squeeze around his arm. He does feel the pronounced sting of the needle though. His fingers, which had been limply holding the neck of the vodka bottle tense, semi-dried blood cracking along the skin as he breathes in sharply through his nose. He tries his best to keep any noise he might make at bay, biting at the inside of his cheek to hold back pained moans that threaten to escape. He cracks an eye open to check Klaus’ work, but not able to make much of it he turns his head away, lifting the vodka bottle to take a swig in hopes to keep his lips busy before anything more embarrassing were to happen. 

[edenmemes]

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❝ if you’re done lying to me, then you should stop lying to yourself. ❞ ❝ it’s not going to be easy, you know. ❞ ❝ well, it sounds like you’re working for a nutcase. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ look, i wanted to tell you! i wanted to! but how could i? ❞ ❝ see? i’m not just a pretty face. ❞ ❝ i’m sorry for what happened to you. ❞ ❝ i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do. ❞ ❝ wait, wait, wait. something about this feels kinda hinky. ❞ ❝ what a warm and homey place, huh? ❞ ❝ i’m willing to forgive and forget. for old time’s sake. ❞ ❝ looks like he was killed. ripped to shreds actually. ❞ ❝ these guys have been tailing me for weeks. thought i lost them. ❞ ❝ should i be flattered, or worried? ❞ ❝ so with our luck, what’s the odds this volcano is going to erupt on us? ❞ ❝ i hope i don’t go to hell for this. ❞ ❝ i can handle this. i’m tough. i grew up with nuns. ❞ ❝ fair warning, last person who betrayed me wound up dead. ❞ ❝ you told me you’d say out of trouble. ❞ ❝ how do i know you’re real? ❞ ❝ don’t ever point a gun at me again. ❞ ❝ make sure that you’re safe. ❞ ❝ i have made a lot of mistakes. a lot. i’m not a perfect man. ❞ ❝ i had a lousy father. lousy childhood. ❞ ❝ sounds terrible. check his wallet. ❞ ❝ let’s not forget who walked out on whom. you don’t get to be jealous.  ❞ ❝ progress demands sacrafice. ❞ ❝ shut up. i really thought you were gone this time. ❞ ❝ i can’t leave you alone for one minute, can i? ❞ ❝ on a scale of 1-10, how scared were you that i was gonna die? ❞ ❝ i can’t walk away. i’m tired of walking away. ❞ ❝ even an enemy must be fed and sheltered. are you my enemy? ❞ ❝ we can still stop him. i can help you. ❞ ❝ gotta say, you have a real knack for breaking things. ❞ ❝ do as i say not as i do. ❞ ❝ looks like hell spit you back out. ❞ ❝ what’s your story, anyway? ❞ ❝ i don’t take big risks without a good payday. ❞ ❝ i guess it runs in the family, huh? ❞ ❝ you can’t reform the villain and save the day. it’s just not done like that. ❞ ❝ sorry, i just need to get my head back in the game. ❞ ❝ this isn’t our fight. it’s my fight. ❞ ❝ i won’t let them hurt you. ❞ ❝ skip the mind games. you don’t know me. ❞ ❝ no offense, but your ancestor was a right asshole. ❞ ❝ you’re unusually quiet. what’s up your bum? ❞ ❝ that was my last cigarette. ❞ ❝ okay, well, why don’t you just walk away? ❞ ❝ why this obsession? i’m just worried. ❞ ❝ i can’t…i can’t breathe…i just…can’t breathe… ❞ ❝ don’t touch me. get away from me. ❞ ❝ if you let these bastards win - after this - i will never forgive you. ❞ ❝ you’ve got your pride all tangled up in this thing. it’s making you reckless. ❞ ❝ any trouble you shoot first and ask questions later. ❞ ❝ dangerous to be out so late.  ❞ ❝ easy now. look at me. ❞ ❝ my leg! don’t touch it! i know it’s broken! ❞ ❝ are you going to join me, darling? ❞ ❝ this is my gig. you want your share, you play by my rules. ❞ ❝ we don’t get to choose how we start in life. real greatness? it’s what you do with the hand you’re dealt. ❞ ❝ i always felt that we were destined for something great. ❞ ❝ you should relax. you’ll live longer. ❞ ❝ i taught you better than that. ❞ ❝ so that’s a no? felt like a no. ❞ ❝ quit acting like you’re gonna lie down and die, all right? ❞ ❝ i have a spare bed.  ❞ ❝ is there no bottom for your ignorance? ❞ ❝ even cornered dogs bite back.  ❞ ❝ that one is my favourite. it makes your eyes twinkle.  ❞ ❝ admit it. you’re gonna miss this ass.  ❞ ❝ you think i’m a monster, but you’re no different from me.  ❞ ❝ how many people have you killed? how many?  ❞ ❝ you will not stand in the way of destiny.  ❞ ❝ you stick with me, i’ll teach you a few things. ❞ ❝ well, if you’d like, i can tell you where to stick it. ❞ ❝ face it, genius, you’ve been played. ❞ ❝ yeah, keep smiling, asshole. ❞ ❝ i got nothing to prove. ❞ ❝ don’t hand it to me. i’ve had everything handed to me ❞ ❝ you don’t know when to give up, do you? ❞ ❝ you stick your neck out, you’re asking to lose your head. ❞ ❝ oh, and now you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ just so you know, it’s not my first lost city. ❞ ❝ are you always this clever? ❞ ❝ i was trying to rescue you, as a matter of fact. ❞ ❝ you know, at this point, i’ve run out of words. ❞ ❝ what do you say we really ruin this guy’s day? ❞ ❝ whether you die or not, i don’t really care. ❞ ❝ i thought you…i saw you get shot. ❞ ❝ it’s like a camera. you just…point and shoot, right? ❞ ❝ god, who’s being unprofessional now? ❞ ❝ i always knew you were gonna make something of yourself one day. ❞ ❝ let’s just pretend i skipped all of sunday school. ❞ ❝ oh no you didn’t do that. that’s not funny! ❞ ❝ save the world, triumph over evil. ❞ ❝ are you trying to kill me? ❞ ❝ know what i love about partying with a bunch of crooks? nobody cares that you smoke indoors. ❞ ❝ you gave me a goddamn heartattack. ❞ ❝ i’ll die a thousand deaths before i let you win.  ❞ ❝ i didn’t tell you because i was afraid…of losing you. ❞ ❝ what ever happened to just living a normal life? ❞ ❝ even if you think you’re protecting me, you don’t have a right to shut me out like that. ❞ ❝ i mean… thanks for saving me. ❞ ❝ en garde, dickhead. ❞ ❝ i love you. ❞ ❝ come on! we can get out of here together. ❞ ❝ everything i touch turns to shit. ❞ ❝ how did you find me anyway? ❞ ❝ i’ve got my eye on you. ❞ ❝ you were going to sell me out, weren’t you? ❞ ❝ love to know what you’re thinking. ❞ ❝ well, well, well. get it? ‘cause you know, it’s a well. ❞ ❝ it’s a shame we’re leaving empty handed though. ❞ ❝ okay…yeah…how do i look? ❞ ❝ thank me after we get out of this alive. ❞ ❝ you’re lucky that i found you when i did. ❞ ❝ they’re just saying that because it gets to you. ❞ ❝ look, if you’re into shady stuff it’s totally cool. ❞ ❝ ha. that’s my girl. ❞ ❝ i made a promise that i was done with this life. ❞ ❝ listen, sunshine, the world doesn’t care. ❞ ❝ well, that’s it. now you know everything. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ you know, i shot the man who told me that. ❞ ❝ i thought that i’d be satisfied. instead, i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness.  ❞  ❝ as thrilling as the next adventure may be, in the end, you’re always left with that same feeling. ❞ ❝ you know, i didn’t think i could trust you either. ❞ ❝ i almost lost you once before. i just can’t do that again. ❞ ❝ don’t even think about not coming back. ❞ ❝ that’s it! no compassion! no mercy! ❞ ❝ sentimentality in this line of work will get you killed. ❞ ❝ i need your help…and you need mine. ❞ ❝ i kept your tears in a jar. ❞ ❝ i expected you to have my back.  ❞ ❝ tell you what. when i get back, pizza’s on me. ❞ ❝ death. it smelled like death. ❞ ❝ so they have beaten you, eh? your quest’s over?  ❞ ❝ you listen to your mum, okay?  ❞ ❝ trust me - your ego will mend.  ❞ ❝ i hope i live to regret this.  ❞ ❝ these men were all shot.  ❞ ❝ be a lot easier just to let go.  ❞ ❝ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say?  ❞ ❝ seems like i am always saving your ass. ❞ ❝ i never asked for any of your bloody heroics. ❞ ❝ the guys in prison used to say, ‘you can steal to eat or you can steal to get rich.’ i say, why not both?  ❞ ❝ you were never a chocolate and flower kinda girl.  ❞ ❝ i don’t have your luck. people like me know when to walk away from the table.  ❞ ❝ appreciate the update, captain obvious.  ❞ ❝ you made your choice.  ❞ ❝ don’t tell me you’re buying all into that supernatural nonsense.  ❞ ❝ i couldn’t sleep last time i saw that.  ❞ ❝ it’s actually nice working with a woman for a change. ❞ ❝ i’m lucky you’re on my side. ❞ ❝ do you really think all this really could be true?  ❞ ❝ you know, it’s kind of romantic down here.  ❞ ❝ just wish i’d brought something to read.  ❞ ❝ you can relax. we’re safe here. ❞ ❝ i am surrounded by traitors and fools.  ❞ ❝ just don’t get us killed. ❞ ❝ what are you shaking for? ❞ ❝ parents must be worried about you. ❞ ❝ i wonder what you’re really scared of…not bullets, or blood, or broken bones… ❞ ❝ i don’t need your bullet-ridden-corpse on my conscience. let’s go. ❞ ❝ yeah, i’m fine. oh, but - you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ i do seem to attract the scum of the earth. ah - no offense. ❞ ❝ all this grandeur, hidden away from the world.  ❞ ❝ if we don’t make it out here, i just want you to know - i hate your guts. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a bad feeling about this place. ❞ ❝ that’s my blood. that’s my blood. that’s a lot of my blood. ❞ ❝ you should play the hero more often. it suits you. ❞ ❝ eyes ahead, don’t look down. ❞ ❝ here - grab my hand. ❞ ❝ no matter what it is, you’re supposed to come to me so we can work it out together… as a team.  ❞  ❝ you know nothing is ever truly destroyed. just purified and reborn.  ❞ ❝ you just - totally crushed that moment. you know that, right?  ❞ ❝ you’re a selfish dickhead.  ❞ ❝ i do speak a little bit of ____, you know. wait, what did you say? ❞ ❝ i know you. you’re no hero.  ❞ ❝ i wish you could’ve been there. ❞ ❝ hey, are you happy? ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna pass out on me or nothing, are you? ❞ ❝ look, i…um….i’m not good with the whole people thing.  ❞ ❝ i’ve had worse nights, believe me.  ❞ ❝ let’s find somewhere a little more private. ❞ ❝ hey, take it easy. you’ve been out for almost half an hour.  ❞ ❝ to rule people, you first must sow chaos.  ❞ ❝ it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ❞ ❝ take me with you. ❞ ❝ i’m left with this strange feeling of emptiness.  ❞  ❝ anyone ever tell you, you have a funny idea of romantic?  ❞  ❝ it’s nothing that years of therapy won’t fix.  ❞ ❝ no. it’s my turn to walk away.  ❞  ❝ nothing about our lives have been fair, but we’ve made it work. ❞ ❝ your people will beg me to save them.  ❞ ❝ we’re not on a first-name basis.  ❞ ❝ you know nothing about me.  ❞ ❝ do tell. maybe over some drinks?  ❞ ❝ we must keep to the shadows.  ❞ ❝ hey, you cool? ‘cause i need you to be cool.  ❞ ❝ you must be tired of these lectures. i know i’m tired of giving them. ❞ ❝ here, take this. you’ll catch a cold. ❞ ❝ is that a sin? i think that’s a sin. ❞

[lovesvampire]

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE QUOTES ASK MEMES !

“ i’ve never seen anything like you. “

“ move or you will be moved. “

“ hey, sailor. “

“ is there anything real about you? “

“ nevermind i take it back. “

“ i hate you. “

“ fine! do you want me to drive? “

“ man, shut the hell up. “

“ there’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. “

“ i’m with you till the end of the line. “

“ you are a hard person to get a hold of. “

“ there’s worse ways to go. “

“ got anything for me? “

“ please, stay. “

“ it’s not your fault. “

“ didn’t see that one coming? “

“ don’t do anything stupid till i get back. “

“ is it me you see? “

“ i adore you. “

“ we don’t want to kill you, but we will. “

“ let’s kick his ass. “

“ i had no idea if that was going to work. “

“ still think you’re the only monster? “

“ i’m not going to fight you. “

“ i’m always picking up after you. “

“ hands off. “

“ he was very hot. “

“ you’re all not worthy. “

“ maybe if you were more attractive it’d be less disturbing. “

“ hey what’s up everybody! “

“ c’mon use your words! “

“ i don’t even know who you are. “

“ what? no smile? “

“ you’re not going to stop. “

“ did i step on your moment? “

“ hows my hair? “

“ no, i didn’t. but i enjoyed it “

“ in my own defense that was last week. “

“ you look taller. “

“ i get in trouble a lot. “

“ it’s a big bunny relax about it! “

“ i’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. “

“ i said kneel! “

“ that tie looks real expensive. “

“ abort mission! “

“ i understood that reference. “

“ did you just nod off? “

“ that wasn’t so bad. “

“ i can’t see into the future i’m not a witch. “

“ all yours. “

“ kind of done with you telling me what to do. “

“ i can get by on my own. “

“ i’m going to miss these little talks of ours. “

“ don’t worry (pronoun)’s got help. “

“ yes, i think it works. “

“ then he stabbed me. “

“ (pronoun) made a different call. “

“ that’s not up to you. “

“ higher further faster baby. “

“ i’m turning into you. it’s a horrible dream. “

“ destiny arrives all the same. “

“ what makes you happy? “

“ you don’t want any part of this. “

“ do you even speak latin? “

“ i guess you go through me. “

“ anyone else? “

“ you and i remember budapest very differently! “

“ looks like you’re giving the orders now. “

“ piss off ghost! “

“ i know my worth. “

“ (pronoun)’s not alone. “

“ varies from moment to moment. “

“ surprise! “

“ i don’t see how that’s a party. “

“ if only (pronoun/name) could see you now. “

“ i thought you were dead. “

“ i retire for what? five minutes and everything goes to shit? “

“ and in return i’m going to let you keep your hand. “

“ you weren’t there. “

“ i like her. “

“ who the hell is ___? “

“ i don’t know if i’m worth all this. “

“ i need the other guy. “

“ i was attacked! “

“ compromise where you can, but where you can’t, don’t. “

“ i don’t feel so good. “

“ that’s not what everyone else sees. “

“ but i knew (pronoun)  “

“ believe it or not, it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience. “

“ do not touch me again. “

“ before you didn’t have me. “

“ i didn’t want you to be alone. “

“ i’m always angry. “

“ okay… that one’s on me. “

“ i’m not asking for permission. “

“ you still owe me a dance. “

“ none of this makes sense!” 

“ don’t take my stuff. “

“ if you stay here you’ll die. “

[memetaped]

spider-man: into the spider-verse taken from the 2018 movie.

you on your way. just keep going. 

i love you. you don’t have to say it back, though.

look, sometimes people drift apart. and i don’t want that to happen to us, okay?

this is my fault.

our family doesn’t run from things.

i don’t think you have a choice, kiddo.

look, call me when you can. okay? i love you.

we all have powers.

you’ve got to say “i love you” back.

got a lot going through your head, i’m sure. you’re gonna be fine.

hey, bud. you okay?

please open the door. (name), i can see your shadow moving around.

i’ll always have my family.

i’m sorry. i can’t do this without you.

hey, it’s okay. we’re gonna figure it out.

they’re counting on me.

you can’t think about saving the world. you have to think about saving one person.

of course you can stay.

i see this spark in you. it’s amazing. it’s why i push you, but… it’s yours. whatever you choose to do with it, you’ll be great.

i let you down, man, i let you down.

mom, i’ve gotta go.

yeah, i’m okay. you’re probably busy, so…

how am i supposed to save the whole world?

(name), you’re gonna get yourself killed.

can i sleep here tonight?

that’s all it is, (name). a leap of faith.

look, i know i don’t always do what you need me to do. or say what you need me to say, but i’m… i see this spark in you. it’s amazing. it’s why i push you, but… it’s yours. whatever you choose to do with it, you’ll be great.

one thing i know for sure: don’t do it like me. do it like you. 

i wanna do what you asked. i really do. i’m sorry.

(name), the hardest thing about this job is… you can’t always save everybody.

[leneemusing]

what’s the first thing your muse noticed about mine? 

tell me what it is about my muse that drew yours in. physical attributes, mannerisms, appearance etc. 

[geminus-disparibus]

theseancekid·:

     “Ahh, wunderbar!” He has to stop himself from clapping with excitement when he notes the way Liam flinches at the mere clank of the bottle against the tile (he settles for placing a small kiss against the blessed vodka, instead). He flops back on his ass, long legs folding in to cross one another as he sets to work. He may not remember the finer details of giving stitches, but for better or for worse, he knows his way around needles. 

     He grabs the cheap zippo in his left pocket with lightning fast muscle memory and flicks it open with equal dexterity. He’s already halfway through running the flame over the needle when Liam’s half unfinished question breaks the silence, followed by a jarring little prod into his mind. “Oh, yeah, ‘cause you’re in tip top shape to sew yourself back up.” He scoffs, waving the needle through the air to cool it off before dunking it into the vodka. 

     His frown only deepens as he makes the mistake of lifting his head to look at the sorry sight before him. Though a part of him aches to see Liam in pain, there’s another part of him (a larger part, if he’s being honest) that wants to shake him by the shoulders and scream. 

     You’ve already done enough stupid shit for one day. You don’t get to freak out about this part, I’m the one who’s supposed to be freaking out!

     “Just…please, okay?” He’s back on his knees, yanking a towel from the nearest holder on the wall. “I can do it.”

     Liam fixes Klaus with as much incredulity that can fill his tired eyes. That? Coming from someone who does stupid shit on the daily? Not to mention that everything was a bit more complicated than Klaus thought. The words bite to the forefront of his mind, but the bubbles of it die down when he takes in the frown gracing Klaus’ face. It’s a rare sight, not for lack of the man trying. It’s plain to see he’s a lot sadder than he lets on. Perhaps that’s why Liam has stuck by him for this long- why he keeps allowing Klaus to waltz his long, spindly legs into his apartment at any hour of the day or night. Liam knows that kind of sadness. It’s kindred to him. Kindred enough that with another shaky sigh he finds himself relenting (damn Klaus’ pleading eyes), removing his hand and the gauze held there from his side. 

     He hisses as the cool air of the bathroom makes the red gash travelling from under his ribs to his side sting- okay, maybe it is a little worse than he let on. But before Klaus can say anything else he grabs the vodka bottle from his hand, taking a long swig of it before trying to settle his back against the wall behind him. He rests his arm over his eyes, finally letting them close before he speaks. “Fine. Fine. Just stop looking at me like that.”  

[roleplaymemeworld]

❝But what is grief, if not love persevering?❞ ❝In a real magic act, everything is fake.❞ ❝This is our home.❞    ❝ Then let’s fight for it.❞ ❝She’s one split end away from cutting her own bangs!❞ ❝We can’t reverse death.❞  ❝I don’t understand this power, but I will.❞ ❝It’s not like your dead husband can die twice!❞ ❝You are my sadness and my hope, but mostly you’re my love.❞ ❝I have what I want and no one will ever take it from me again.❞ ❝This is your only warning.❞ ❝The urge to run from this feeling is powerful.❞ ❝You tied your family to this chaotic world and now one can’t exist without the other.❞ ❝Thanks for the lesson, but I don’t need you to tell me who I am.❞ ❝I’ll let you keep this pathetic corner of the world all to yourself.❞ ❝We are an unusual couple.❞ ❝They’ll never know what you sacrificed for them.❞ ❝I’ve been feeling weird-ie all day.❞ ❝My mother-in-law is in town, so I wasn’t.❞ ❝You have no idea what you have unleashed.❞ ❝You’re gonna need me.❞   ❝Life moves pretty fast in the suburbs.❞ ❝I am not what you say I am.❞ ❝The world’s not the same as you left it.❞ ❝The only way forward is back.❞ ❝Because family is forever.❞ ❝I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. I just….endless nothingness.❞ ❝It can’t all be sorrow, can it?❞ ❝Don’t use the last 5 years as an excuse to be a coward!❞  ❝We could never truly leave each other, even if we tried.❞ ❝You don’t get to make that choice for me!❞ ❝Who knows what might be next?❞ ❝And all we had to do was be ourselves.❞ ❝Perhaps the rot is the memories. The wear and tear are the voyages.❞ ❝She believed you’d come back.❞ ❝It doesn’t really speak to my skill set.❞ ❝I did not break your rules!❞ ❝Please - I can be good!❞ ❝We have said goodbye before, so it stands to reason…we’ll say hello again.❞ ❝I can fix it.❞ ❝You were born for this.❞ ❝Power isn’t your problem, it’s knowledge.❞ ❝This world you made will always be broken. Just like you.❞ ❝I read somewhere that it’s bad luck to say goodbye in the dark.❞ ❝Perhaps I just wanted to see you clearly.❞ ❝So long, darling.❞

[geminus-disparibus]

theseancekid·:

     Despite his frantic nerves, he notes each sharp intake of breath hissing between Liam’s teeth, watches the way his chest moves and tenses with each breath. The pain must be unbearable, but he’ll admit, the scolding remark from Liam does allow him a little more room to breathe. He’s not bleeding out. He’ll survive this. (He always does). 

     “Well, fuck, I could’a told you that.” He sighs with a roll of his eyes at the answer Liam gives him. “You’re telling me later, don’t think I’ll forget. But for now…”

     He’s sure he’s biting down on his lip hard enough to draw blood as he grabs the needle and thread from the side of the tub. God, he really wishes he’d paid better attention in class when Grace went over first aid. He can’t remember much— he knows Allison helped him cheat on their test, he knows that was the week Diego had that weird distracting zit on his nose, he knows the name of the cadaver they all practiced on. But in terms of actual stitches, well, he’s just about useless. 

     "Alright, big shot, is this shit sterile?” The needle glints beneath the florescent bathroom light as he holds it up. “Actually, wait a tick, it doesn’t matter, we’re gonna need booze either way. You still got that vodka from the other night, right?”

     A disgruntled hmph leaves him as he reaches down and grabs the neck of the bottle that had been hidden behind him. It sloshes against its glass sides. Already one step ahead of you. It’s not like he hasn’t done this enough times to know what he needs or what he’s doing. But it does feel strange to have to explain everything leading up to giving himself stitches to someone else who wasn’t his sister, who could already see and understand without the need for words. Liam isn’t looking forward to it. 

     The sound the bottle makes against the floor makes him wince again, and it’s just enough time for his eyes to travel one circuit between the vodka, the needle and thread and Klaus’ own face, a thought dawning on him. His heart picks up a pace, suddenly nervous. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. His shoulders tense, more than they are already. He can’t begin to push them back down. “Wait, you’re not-” 

You’re not serious are you? 

     He hopes he’s not. He doesn’t know why. But something about not doing it himself sets off an alarm in him, and he’s afraid. It’s a rather uncomfortable feeling, and he can feel it plainly above the pain and the exhaustion and his frustration.

“I can do it myself.” 

[geminus-disparibus]

theseancekid·:

He’s tried not to make a habit of crashing at Liam’s place too often (God forbid he send the wrong message about his feelings towards commitment and relationships). But it’s cold out tonight, and he’s coming down from a long, exhausting bender— he’ll be wiped out by the morning, but for now all he can think of is Liam’s bed and Liam’s body in said bed, and—

     “Holy fucking Christ!”

     That is definitely not what he’d been dreaming of when he pictured his body. God, that’s a lot of blood! He doesn’t exactly know why he’s sinking to his knees in front of his very bloody boyfriend, but even as his hands hover over the wound, he can’t help but let out a shaky laugh when Liam’s voice hits his ears. “What? No, wh-why would I freak out? I LOVE coming home to find my boyfriend bleeding out in the bathroom, wowza, what a dream come true!”

     Frantic eyes flick back and forth between the angry wound and the pair of heavy lidded eyes above— he wants to touch, to help in some way, but his frazzled brain can’t seem to find the circuit to his limbs, and so all he can do for now is sit with trembling hands hovering mid-air as he waits for some sort of explanation for: “What the hell happened?!”

     Liam winces at the sharp, shrill tone echoing off the walls. Somehow it hurts a little more than the pain building in his gut. He pretends not to notice the words spilling out of Klaus’ mouth, and certainly his ears don’t prick up at home or boyfriend. Instead he finds himself rolling his eyes, halfway through the gesture before his head lists tiredly to the side. His free non-bloody hand comes to find one of Klaus’ wrists, and though he’ll admit the warmth of his skin feels nice hovering over him he starts to push the shaking pair of hands away. 

     “I’m not bleeding out. That’s dramatic.”

     Which is worse than my sister, he thinks. Even in the state he’s in, he’ll never willingly succumb to drama no matter what everyone around him was doing. Which perhaps is why he prefers to be alone until such things could be dealt with. 

     Liam finds himself laughing a half-hearted chuckle at his boyfriend’s question, fixing him with as good a stare as he can muster. God, where could he even start with that? It’s a story he doesn’t really feel like repeating and if he’s frank, doesn’t have the time for either. “What can I say? It comes with the job.”

     Close calls come in the fine print. Granted, this time it has to be a pretty close call. 

[geminus-disparibus]

‘ not just a scratch ‘ for liam!!!

The sounds of music ring lowly through the apartment, only overpowered by the noise his measured breathing makes. His ruined shirt tossed across the bathroom and hanging limply over the lip of the sink, he curses lightly as he peeks beneath the gauze held at his side, dyed a deep, dark crimson. What he didn’t account for that night is the god damn brat with no impulse control his mark had all of a sudden hired for a sidekick. Like someone with that much red on their hands needed a sidekick. Liam could have scoffed at the thought if it didn’t hurt so much to do it.

His head begins to tilt back until it makes a soft thud with the tile of the wall and he eyes the needle and thread he’d left on the edge of the tub. He can also feel his sister’s words buzzing in the back of his mind, as much as he pushes them away with platitudes. I’ll be fine. Stop worrying about me. We’ve had worse. The hand not pressing against his side comes to rub at his forehead as he breathes out a shaky sigh, which is perhaps why he doesn’t hear when someone stops at the doorway. It’s now more than ever he regrets giving Klaus a key to his place, if only just to use his bed as a much needed crash pad. 

“If you’re going to start with the freak outs and the worrying, you should just go. I’ve already got enough of that.” 

send me    ‘ not  just  a  scratch ‘    for your muse to catch mine trying to patch up a wound in secret… send   ‘ not  just  a  scratch,  reverse  ‘   for my muse to catch yours

@theseancekid

[geminus-disparibus]

theseancekid·:

     “What?! No way!” Arms are flung up in dramatic exasperation when he’s told that the painting is, in fact, a fake. He wonders, briefly, if his mother would have been able to tell. The only art Klaus has ever surrounded himself with was that which he made himself, scribbled mindlessly with the nearest available writing utensil across his blank white walls, but Grace surrounded herself with excellence, and Klaus supposes he would too, if he had to spend all those hours in that same charging station chair. She’d always been good at paying attention to details— if only she could have passed that on through genetics!

     Ah well. Clearly art is not his calling.

     “Alright, I’ll hand it to ya, that’s not half bad. Now what I wanna know is where’s the original stuff, huh? Copies are so been there done that!” He matches her cocksure grin with one of his own as he slides back into his seat. “Oh, I love a good consolation prize? Is it booze? Is it an embarrassing story about your brother? All of the above?” Expressive features light up at the new promise, hands clapping like a hummingbird’s wings as he leans closer in anticipation.

     Caity laughs delightedly at Klaus’ squawking, reminding her much of a disgruntled bird with the wild gesture of his arms. Her hands remove themselves from behind her head, clasping themselves by her cheek sweetly as her eyes roam the rest of the apartment, considering his question. She’s been so busy lately- with work and work- that she hasn’t even picked up a paintbrush recently if not to make something to fool someone else. 

     “Uh...” she murmurs, hopping out of her seat as she shuffles behind the breakfast nook in search of an old canvas. There’s a pile that sits against a cupboard full of things she doesn’t use and hasn’t thought about- collections of something collecting dust. She starts to thumb through the canvases as she grins. 

     “Considering you’ve been such grand company tonight, I do think you are owed both.” Her eyes flick over to the fridge in invitation- a squat thing that looks like it belongs back in the 70′s rather than anything else, covered with silly trinkets and magnets she may have gotten from a handful of tourist traps. She can’t quite remember where she even got the thing from. But it keeps things cold, like any good fridge. No one likes a warm beer after all. 

     “As far as embarrassing stories go, there is the flower incident.” Her grin grows wicked at that. “Oh! Or how about the time I tried to teach him how to skateboard. He was horrendous at it. All I was looking for was a menace in crime and he couldn’t even keep his feet under him,” she sighs, shaking her head with exasperation.